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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
The Index,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.