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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.