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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Can,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.