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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.