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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 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 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.