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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.