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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.