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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.