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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Q65,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.