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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Index,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.