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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.