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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.