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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Index,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.