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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.