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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 MC5 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?
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.