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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
the Slits,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.