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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.