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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Morten Harket 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.