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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.