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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.