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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Slits 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.