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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.