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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.