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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.