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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.