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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Faust,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.