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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.