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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.