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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.