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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
AZ,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.