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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.