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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.