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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.