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 Albania 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.