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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.