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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.