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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.