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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.