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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.