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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.