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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.