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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.