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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.