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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Television,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.