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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Japan,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.