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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.