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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Japan to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.