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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.