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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.