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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.