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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.