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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.