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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.