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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
CMW,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.