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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.