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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.