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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.