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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.