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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.