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 Singapore and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.