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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.