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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.