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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.