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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Victims,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.