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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.