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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.