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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
UT,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.