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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.