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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.