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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Gong,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.