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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.