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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.