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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Ituana,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.