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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.