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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.