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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.