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 Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Index,
the Association,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.