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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.