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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.