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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ossler 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.