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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.