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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.