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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.