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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.