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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.