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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.