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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.