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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Urselle,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.