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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.