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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
MC5,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.