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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Index,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.