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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.