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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.