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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.