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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
UT,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.