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 Somalia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bobby Byrd 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.