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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.