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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.