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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.