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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.