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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.