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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.