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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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!,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.