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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.