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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.