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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.