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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.