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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.