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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.