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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.