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 France and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.