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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Index,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.