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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Visage,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.