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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.