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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Fear,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.