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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.