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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Essential Logic 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.