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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.