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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.