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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.