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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Unwound,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Niagra,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.