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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Can,
Model 500,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.