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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.