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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.