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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.