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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.