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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.