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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.