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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.