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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.