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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.