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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.