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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.