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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.