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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.