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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.