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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.