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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Smog,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.