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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.