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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.