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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.