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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.