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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.