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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.