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 Benin 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.