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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.