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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.