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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Magma,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.