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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.