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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.