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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.