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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.