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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.