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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.