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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.