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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.