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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Smog,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.