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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.