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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.