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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Technova,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.