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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.