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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.