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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
ABC,
Technova,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
The Names,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.