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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.