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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.