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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.