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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.