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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.