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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.