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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.