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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.