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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.