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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.