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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.