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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Smog,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.