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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.