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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Skaos,
MC5,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.