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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and 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.