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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.