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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.