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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All MC5 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 electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.