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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.