Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Mars,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.