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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.