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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
CMW,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.