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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.