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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.