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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.