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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.