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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.