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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.