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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.