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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Television,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.