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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Ituana,
Can,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.