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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.