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 France and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.