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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.