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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.