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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.