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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.