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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.