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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.