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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Fear,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.