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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.