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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cure,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.