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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.