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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.