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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.