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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.