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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.