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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.