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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.