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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.