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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.