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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.