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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.