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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.