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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.