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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.