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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.