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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
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 David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.