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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.