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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.