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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.