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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.