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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.