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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
CMW,
Skarface,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.