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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.