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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.