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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.