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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.