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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.