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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.