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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.