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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.