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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.