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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.