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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.