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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.