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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Television,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.