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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Q65,
The Cure,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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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.