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 Taiwan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.