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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.