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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.