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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.