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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.