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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.