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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.