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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Searchers,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.