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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Pole,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.