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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.