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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.