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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.