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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.