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 Ecuador 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.