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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Faust,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.