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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.