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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 CMW to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.