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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
The Move,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.