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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.