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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful 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.