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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.