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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
the Germs,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.