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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.