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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.