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 Comoros and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.