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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.