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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.