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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.