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 Germany and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.