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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.