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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.