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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.