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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Lalann,
Q65,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.