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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.