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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.