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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.