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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach 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 rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.