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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.