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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.