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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.