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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.