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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.