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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.