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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.