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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.