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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.