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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Model 500,
PIL,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.