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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Nas,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.