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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Monks to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.