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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.