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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
10cc,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.