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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Japan,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.