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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.