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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.