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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.