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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.