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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.