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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.