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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Can,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.