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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.