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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.