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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.