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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.