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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.