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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.