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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.