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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mantronix to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
PIL,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.