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 Estonia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.