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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.