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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.