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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
DNA,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.