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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.