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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.