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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.