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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.