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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.