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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.