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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.