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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Q65 to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.