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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.