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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.