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 Djibouti 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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.