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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
John Cale,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.