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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.