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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.