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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.