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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.