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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.