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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.