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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.