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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.