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 Andorra and from New York.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.