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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.