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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
DNA,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.