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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.