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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.