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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
DNA,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.