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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.