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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.