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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.