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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Slave,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.