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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.