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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.