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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.