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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.