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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.