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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.