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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.