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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.