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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Organ,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.