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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.