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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.