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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Television,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.