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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.