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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.