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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.