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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.