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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.