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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.