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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.