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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Nico,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.