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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.