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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.