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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Gong,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.