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 Philippines and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.