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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.