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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.