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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.