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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.