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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Slave,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.