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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.