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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.