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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
DNA,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Section 25,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.