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 Poland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.