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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.