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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.