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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.