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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.