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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Nas,
cv313,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.