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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Excepter,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.