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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.