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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Pole,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.