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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.