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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.