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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.