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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.