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 Tehran.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.