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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.