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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.