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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.