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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
The Index,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.