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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.