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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.