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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.