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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes 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?
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Television,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.