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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.