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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.