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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
CMW,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.