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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.