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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.