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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.