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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.