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 Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Nico,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.