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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.