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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.