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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.