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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.