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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.