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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
John Cale,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.