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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Urselle,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.