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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
UT,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.