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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Neu!,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Gong,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.