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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.