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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.