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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.