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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Television,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.