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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.