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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.