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 Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.