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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.