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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.