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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.