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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.