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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.