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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Visage,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.