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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.