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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.