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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.