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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.