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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Duran Duran 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.