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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.