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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.