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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.