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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.