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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.