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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.