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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.