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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Magazine,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.