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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.