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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.