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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.