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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Index,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.