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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.