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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.