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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Index,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.