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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.