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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
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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.