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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.