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 Australia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.