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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Ossler,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.