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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.