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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.