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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.