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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.