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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
the Swans,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.