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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.