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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.