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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.