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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.