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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.