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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.