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 China and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.