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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nico,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.