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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.