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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Pagans,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.