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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Move,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.