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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.