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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.