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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
June Days,
DNA,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.