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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Television,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.