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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.