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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.