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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.