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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.