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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.