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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.