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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.