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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
DNA,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.