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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
New Order,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.