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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.