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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.