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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.