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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Smog,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.