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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.