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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.