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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
CMW,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.