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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.