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 France and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.