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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.