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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.