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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Crime,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.