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 Grenada and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.