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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.