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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
MDC,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.