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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.