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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.