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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.