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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.