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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.