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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
the Normal,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.