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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.