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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.