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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.