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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Technova,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.