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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.