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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.