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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.