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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 a linndrum and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.