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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.