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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.