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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.